บท 89: Do you feel lucky punk? Do you?

"We shall commence the execution of criminals Ron Obcasus and Texan Obcasus!" Said a man in a dirty-looking black coat decorated with cuts and scars like something out of a dustbin with a decent white shirt on the inside, on his legs, he wore woolen trousers, brown in color.

He walked around with black boots that [shinked!] each footstep as a result of the metal behind it.

The man read a document with his shit-colored hat covering his eyes.

"Do you have any last wor—"

The man continued talking but stopped as—

"Kill Them!"

"Kill Them!"

The wild crowd chanted from below the execution stands, some even flashing their tits as they joyously screamed out

"Oh, fuck all of you!"

Texan said with a spit as their heads were placed on a guillotine.

"Texan, you are not helping!" Said Ron as he looked at the crowd and not making contact with Texan.